The hard part was pretending to know things she didn't know - but this city made things easy, on occasion. She wasn't the only one in this small kingdom who didn't understand half the things it contained. When the first man doesn't fill her hand with gold - copper - whatever - she doesn't snatch it back, waiting. The man whose face she'd worn had been slow to move and slower to act. Best to adopt those traits for not.

The other man's question, though, makes her look up with the dead man's eyes. "What you smokin?" She smile's the dead man's shifty, crooked smile.